Martin Hall - A Description Of Patterns / 'Relief' (1985) #03 | Текст песни

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• A Description Of Patterns / 'Relief' (1985) #03

The claustrophobia
The haze of a thousand cigarettes
You talk about magic
But you can't even change yourself
The self-destruction we used to worship
The perfect setting
If good it turned me on
If bad it teared me up

In mind made of steel
In value and sharing
Repressing your need
Feel it out, get it out
Don't you feel the lie
The drug-confirmed doubt
An all-hate obedience
In this aftertaste of impossible dreams

And every keyword
Every war fought for independence
Remember the details
Laid in circles to cover the wound
Structures of reality
Overtures of defeat
In love it brought you near
In fear it brought you to hell

Neanderthal ways
And left behind dreams
A thousand more words
Just to emphasize another skin-deep announcement
The love that we shared, so brutally wasted
In line-ups of doubt and delusion
And question marks much too easily set
As we never gave ourselves completely
As questions defeated all answers too perfectly
Surrounded by walls and from level to level
From words to silence
From hate to love
I don't regret anything that I've done
I just want to become what I am

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